Wednesday, 27 June 2007

Wednesday 01 08:00

Four men in orange uniforms, a suit

In the back of a garbage truck

Six blind women

Brutal lips, a slash across the face

It's not a fancy restaurant

Last night I dreamt I was in Vladivostok

That act of love lies somewhere between the belly and the mind

My friends Howie and Francine

In a past life I believed in reincarnation, but now I don't

Woman in a red, red dress

Knock at the door

He was big alongside me, like a ship in dock


There is no sky today

One morning my father went down the icy stairs

Flowers, red lilies, roses, scarlet petunia

Love is apart from all things else

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